DunHill - Люди как люди - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I do not understand why when you read the book, the plot looks like in such life, but as soon as you leave this world, everything seems to be pussy of clean water. I just read the book that you gave me a birthday ... well ... in my opinion, some kind of garbage.

Everything has to explain.

Here are you, but there is an infoenser,

And he ate in a natural sensor -

NOTA BENE So the bullet to you with a whistle to the heart,

But your logic for its meaning is Auschwitz.

And what will remain? Never mind. And this is so much like everyone!

Between our and the book world as if challenge grid.

Yes, hermeneutics - exactly science, but it is not accurate,

And from the permutation of letters the amount is still changing.

As the whole faith changes in the notorious world,

How not to open the truth as Fan Lady Windermir.

This I tell you knowingly, I inherited:

In the rich, there are roofs, and the mouse is erected by Radvoll.

Looking for the heroes there, and there is a million guys,

which for some reason did not make even under the barrel.

And all your heroes are fiction, they are dying all the more.

Although, it does not matter, so Dignum Memoria.

Stop, I have long checked everything:

You also understand, but all your time.

I also once believed luck,

Although everything was different on paper.

I'm plugged, and I quit, apparently

And transform from the worm reader in the viewer.

But before that I was an ordinary observer,

Now I will not have time to "Arrow" because of the respiratory.

Come here, you did not check in advance:

These houses are bright people will only take away alleys.

Here moms are exhausted, dads are flooded - where is Happy End?

Children overlook Peter in Neverland -

just a fairy tale. Yes, my district is a literary club,

where the local "read" find "bookmarks" and "shelves",

Then blush, as if at the sight of lips.

But, you know, in their "findings" are far from Tomptov and Tolkien.

Re-read those books that people gave.

Well, how many of them in you will surely be delirium?

I, too, something "so" before on weekdays Morili

But I was convinced that four would not be Mary.

Oddly enough, here everything is too divided:

Here the king and sat asshole, and

Those who are in cliffs, do not bargain on the sitherge.

Here are gray faces and blue hearts.

You are only in Vnikni, why do we need Casual reflections?

In someone from the authors you see reflection?

Ask a question to your favorite poetess: "Does the nail stand?

And what do you have, Anna, on the neck? "

Stop, I have long checked everything:

You also understand, but all your time.

I also once believed luck,

Although everything was different on paper.

I rather believe some poetess, praising unearthly love. So does not happen. And ... What for Nota Bene?